By the Wangchuan River and the Naihe Bridge, Zhong Zihao and Murong Wan stayed for a while and finally prepared to leave.
"Hey, why is there an extra line of writing on the stone?"
Just when the two of them were about to pass by the Sansheng Stone, Murong Wan's voice sounded.
Zhong Zihao looked up and saw that there was indeed a small font on it, and the traces were particularly fresh. If you don't pay attention, it's really not easy to find.
"Who are you sharing with me on the Three Lives Stone? The wishes you made in your past life are gone in this life, and you will be rewarded with a few sighs in your dreams!"
He read it again, and somehow, he felt that there was a familiar breath. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out where that familiar feeling came from.
"How can that guy Jun Tianxiao write such a style of font?" Zhong Zihao said with a smile.
These words are obviously very graceful and do not look like they were written by a man.
He didn't hear Murong Wan's reply and looked sideways, only to see the latter staring blankly at the small line of words, his eyes already starting to get wet.
"Wan'er, what's wrong with you?" Zhong Zihao was surprised and asked doubtfully.
"I don't know why, but when I look at these words, I always feel heartache."
Murong Wan shook her head, feeling depressed. This feeling came very suddenly, arising from her heart without any warning, and she couldn't explain why.
"In that case, let's leave quickly." Zhong Zihao said.
After hearing what Murong Wan said, his mood fluctuated a little.
"Wait, I want to leave something behind!" Murong Wan shook her head slightly. At this moment, her mood was extremely complicated.
After saying that, the Water Singing Sword was unsheathed and leaped up, and lines of soft fonts gradually appeared:
The flowers bloom on the other shore, and the flowers bloom and the leaves fall, never to be seen again. Cause and effect are destined for life and death, and the three lives are predestined on the stone.
The flowers and leaves are growing in opposite directions, but they have been waiting on the bridge for thousands of years. The Yellow Spring leads to two people all the way, and it is difficult to forget love on the three river banks.
Zhong Zihao read it carefully and saw that between the lines there was a feeling of helplessness towards love, but also a contradictory feeling of being destined to be here.
He didn't ask any more questions and shook his head gently: "Wan'er, let's go!"
"Um!"
The two of them clasped their hands and walked away gradually. From time to time, they could be seen turning back and casting a lingering glance in the direction of the Sansheng Stone.
For a while at first, the two of them rarely spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit solemn.
After walking far away, Murong Wan suddenly said: "Zihao, I remember you said that when you just recovered your memory, you accepted a disciple in Suyang City. It seems that he is called Chang Sheng?"
"Yes, that guy is an old friend and has quite a talent." A smile appeared on Zhong Zihao's lips, and a figure flashed in his mind. He was a young man with eyes as clear as morning dew.
"When will you go to Suyang City again? I also want to meet him and see what your vision is like."
Murong Wan seemed to be particularly concerned about this matter, and she didn't even notice it herself, because the repaired soul had just been integrated not long ago, and during this period, it might have affected some of her emotions.
"Let's go to Suyang City to have a look after we go out. Speaking of which, more than three years have passed since we first met that little guy. It's time to go back and have a look." Zhong Zihao said with a smile.
What he was thinking about at the moment was that when he went to Suyang City, he had to settle down the Qin family well. Qin Zhining had been missing for a few years, and if he didn't show up again, the Qin family would probably have a lot of disapproval of him.
This time, the two of them were extremely fast. In addition to Murong Wan's recovery, they were also equipped with the strange armor, so the pressure on the road to the underworld was almost unfeelable.
Along the way, the bloody flowers of the other side are still so charming, so beautiful and shocking!
The two figures smiled at each other and walked hand in hand. Their every moment was recorded on the long road to Huangquan.
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A month later, the two returned to Guiyuan Territory. After asking around, they found out that Huang Quan and his party had spent more than half a year. It was true that "times in the mountains pass easily, and the world has been prosperous for thousands of years."
"Wan'er, this place is not far from the Huntian Sect. Let's go say goodbye to Sect Master Shen?" Zhong Zihao suggested.
After leaving the Valley of Lost Souls, it was autumn outside. Looking up at the blue sky, breathing deeply the breath of nature, the two of them were in a good mood, feeling like they were in another world.
"It's natural, I should thank them!" Murong Wan smiled sweetly, and she was still so holy and touching after returning to her peak state.
She naturally understood what Zhong Zihao meant. The two of them were able to find the entrance to Huangquan Road because of the guidance of Shen Tai, the head of the Huntian Sect. The trip was a success, so of course they should go to the mountain to express their thanks.
"Okay, let's go!" Zhong Zihao laughed, held the beauty's slender breast tightly, and jumped into the air.
A man and a woman turned into two streams of light and passed across the sky, like a couple of gods and gods, which made people very envious.
The two of them had extraordinary cultivation and were extremely fast. They flew thousands of miles in a short time. Before they could reach the Huntian Sect, they heard the sound of fighting in the distance.
Zhong Zihao frowned slightly. The Huntian Sect is the most powerful sect in this area. Who dares to fight here not far from its mountain gate?
Obviously, Murong Wan also had the same idea. The two of them looked at each other and saw doubts in each other's eyes. They quickly gathered their aura and followed the sound of fighting.
In an open space ahead, there were two groups of people fighting to the death. On one side, there were four great masters of the Void Realm, three in the middle stage of the Void Realm, and one in the early stage of the Void Realm.
On the other side, there were only two people. No, strictly speaking, it should be said that only one person took action to fight.
It was a man who was nearly forty years old, holding an ink pen about two feet long, waving it like the wind. As long as his hand shook slightly, a bright light would erupt from the tip of the pen, tearing through the void, Blocked the attacks of four people.
The man was wearing an ink-colored robe, with his black hair tied into a neat bun on top of his head, and set in an exquisite white jade crown. His clear face showed perfect outlines under the sunlight, and he had a pair of slender and clean hands. Wave it from time to time to show your scholarly temperament.
His shots were like lightning, his movements were like wind, and his figure was elegant. If the people opposite him weren't so murderous, people who didn't know the truth would have thought he was writing. How could he look like he was in a life-and-death fight with others?
The man's cultivation was obviously not as good as those of the other four, but his combat power impressed Zhong Zihao and Murong Wan. The strength he unleashed was no weaker than anyone else on the field. When the ink pen passed through his hand, all the lights and shadows of swords suddenly disappeared.
If he hadn't had to protect a woman in a yellow dress behind him during the battle, it wouldn't have been difficult to retreat calmly.
The woman in the yellow dress is about eighteen years old, with a slender figure, her long hair is draped over a vest, and is gently held up by a pink ribbon, as if she is gathering in the haze. She is extremely beautiful, and her face is so beautiful that you cannot stare at her.
Even in the midst of the war, there was no panic on her face. It was only when she looked at the many wounds on the man holding the pen that worry appeared in her eyes.
Farther away, there were seven or eight young people with delicate faces. They were all extraordinary in martial arts, and were all around twenty-five years old. However, their cultivation level was at the lowest level of the sixth level of Tianji Realm.
Obviously, these are a group of proud men. At least in a place like Guiyuan Domain, with such talent, it is not an exaggeration to call them monsters.
"Nangong Yizhi, as long as you let us take Huang Quan away, none of our major sects will make things difficult for you!" During the battle, an old man in the middle stage of the Void Realm shouted.
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